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Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

Amari stood now, heart thudding steady, gaze sweeping across the room like a final invitation.

"All of us together… we can handle whatever they throw at us," he said. "You know it. We've done the impossible more than once. This time, at least we get paid for it."

But they still sat still. Still unsure. The fire cracked in the center of the room, popping softly—almost like it was filling the silence for them.

Finally, Amari exhaled and stepped toward the door.

"Doesn't matter," he murmured. "I'll go alone, like I always have."

"If you go solo, you'll trip over the front gate and botch the whole job before breakfast," he said with a smirk.

Milo chuckled from the couch. "He's not lying. You forget your boots last time we raided that convoy."

Amari turned, a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

A bond that burns